Lighters & Cigarette // Zayn Malik

CHAPTER: 2

Lighters & Cigarette

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Warning: This book contains swearing the amount of water in the sea and you might come across some naughty stuff. some text may seem familiar, No Copyright Intended.

KYRA BENSON

It's better to stay away than reopening old wounds.......

  At first i wasn't sure about the situation. i some how forgot to react or maybe it was just the shock of, the warmth against my lips. his plum lips were soft against mine, they moved slowly yet they never seem to hide his eagerness. 

Recovering from whatever it was, i tried to push him away from me. i may look like a bitch but that doesn't mean I'm free to all. my protest had me in a situation different from what i'd expected.

His lower body pinned mine, hard, against the wall. while his strong hand held my wrists above my head. it was really suffocating that way. 

The place was really small, the walls were really close to each other and the way i was standing just added up to the suppression. but I'm not Bella F****** Swan so if i can't get one boy, might as well start with one.

call me a bitch if you want but when you point a finger at me 3 of them point back at you. i don't know what you think of me and as matter of fact i don't really give a damn either. not caring about what others think of me is the best choice iv'e made.

 His lips never left mine. and so i just kissed back. for a moment there he was, about to step back, but then, i believe his dominant side came over. he applied more force, but i being me, i never bowed to him. his lips were like a....um.....a....A FLOWER, yeah a flower under mine. they were delicate yet hard. 

i smile into the kiss as he still tries to show his dominance but failing miserably. i think me, smiling in to the kiss just triggered something in him because i don't have any idea to what came over him after that.

He pressed me hard against the wall that a sting of pain erupted in my back. he released my hands and my fingers instantly knotted in his curly hair. they were softer than flowing water.

i felt his fingers trail, harshly, down my torso almost stopping at my chest, but then they continued around my waist and just as he was about to get under my shirt the image of whit powder popped in my head. that was all that it took for me to push him off of me.

he looked at me in confusion, eyebrows knotted together, eyes needy and lips wet. I can't always be nice. that's how people take advantage, so i have to set some boundaries. so what if i just gave my self to him in the first place I'm taking it all back when ever i want.

"ugh" was all i said before i walked away. I'm not sure what happened back there. and why i was disgusted by the way he was with me, wasn't i the one who let him do that. its my fault too you know. anyway, its not like I'm ever gonna see a perfect face like his again, its rare, very rare

i exit the club from the back door and find myself in presence of another stranger. he's leaned against the brick wall. one foot resting on the ground while the other flat against the wall. the rain had slowed down to just little drops of mist handing in the air.